But I'm back, and that's what is important. Although, I'm not entirely sure what I mean by that.
The face reflecting off of the screen looks just like mine, only older. I recognize everything around me, yet it all feels so foreign. So unreal. Part of me believes I'm the same writer you've all come to know, while the other screams there is an impostor beneath this flesh.
Some Doors Remain Open
It's not your problem to worry about. However, while I sort things out, perhaps you can take a look at the stories below. They are all from the past, but somehow, I think they will lead us to the future.
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There seems to be more...
At some point in the past, I must have created what I now call a "digital library." It seems to be an epicenter for every story I've been compelled to tell.